Ryleigh wasn't fine. But she was going to pretend to be. She was writing away, flicking pages, highlighting things as Matt entered and asked how she was. She was fine. And that's what she would tell him. It was late, and Ryleigh should have been fast asleep long before. Normally she was. But not tonight. 

"I'm fine. How are you?" She asked, while scribbling something else down.

Anything to distract her from what had really happened at the party. Anything to make her forget seeing a dead man. Just anything to forget everything. It still felt wrong and unnatural that they hadn't called someone. It made her feel like she was a murderer of sorts, or that she'd helped a murderer... But Matt wasn't a murderer. He hadn't killed that man. He'd hurt him to stop him from hurting her.

"If you want to go to bed, you can. I don't need babysitting." Ryleigh was certain she was safe in her room as long as she stayed away from the window. And right now she was on her bed. Hopefully tomorrow this nightmare would be over when she woke up bright and early. To a stress free day.